Part 3: Someone From the Past

"Shut up here!" The man wearing a bodyguard suit pushed Aland's body against the wall.

Aland grimaced as he groaned when pain was felt in his spine. He didn't have time to avoid this man, so he needed time to digest what had just happened.

"I came because I have to tell you something very important," said the bodyguard man, which Aland knew very well, he was just a fake bodyguard.

Alan's sharp gaze fell on the man in front of him. Out of curiosity and not feeling familiar with the strange man in front of him, Aland immediately pulled the sunglasses on the man's face. Aland watched on the sidelines to regulate his irregular breathing.

"Who are you?" asked Alan, to the point. "If you're going to pretend to me—"

Without waiting for Aland to finish speaking, the man interrupted. "I was forced to pretend to be a bodyguard," he said, occasionally looking to the right, the direction where the guests were gathered. "Here, I show you something," continued the man who then took something from the inside pocket of his jacket.

Alan frowned. Somehow he could not trust this man. Moreover, his face had never been seen by Aland.

"You are an intruder, I will report—" Aland's words suddenly stopped after he touched his right ear. There are no objects for communication. "Why no earpiece? Where's my earpiece?"

The man in front of Aland smirked. "You won't be able to report to anyone. I threw away your earpiece without you knowing when we were running."

Aland's hand was still on his right ear, but his expression was shocked. Before Aland said anything, the man in front of him showed something like an identity card.

"This is my identity card. I don't care if you believe me or not," said the man in front of Aland.

During the silence, Alan read the information on the identity card. There is a name written: Barvellio Sam Revaltior.

Then under the name, there was a job description: head of the Hamilton family's secret service.

Reading Hamilton's name surprised Aland. His heart was suddenly stabbed by the pain from the past that had not subsided, as well as the anger that Aland had been hiding all this time. For a few seconds, Alan looked in disbelief and couldn't speak.

"What is this?" Alan's tone turned low. "You are the head of the Hamilton family's secret service?"

Barvel nodded confidently as he put his ID card in his jacket pocket. With a serious look, as if there was something urgent, Barvel looked at Aland.

"Aland Barlert Hamilton, that's your name, right?"

Aland's disbelief suddenly disappeared after hearing Barvel's question. Aland was surprised because Barvel said his full real name, accompanied by the surname 'Hamilton' which he had been hiding all this time.

No one knows that Aland is a descendant of the Hamilton family. Since Aland immediately moved abroad, he brought up a new fake identity. No one in his new environment knows Aland's real full name.

In fact, Gionaldo, a close friend of his fellow bodyguards.

"You kidding me..." Aland shook his head with an awkward laugh. "No, you've got the wrong person. My name is Aland, but I'm not Aland Barlert Hamilton."

Alan slowly stepped back to the left. The expression on his face showed apprehension. Aland couldn't confess easily just because someone knew his name.

Precisely, Alan had to be vigilant. He didn't know the man in front of him did identity impersonation to trick him or not.

"I don't care if you don't believe it." Unfortunately, Barvel was just as stubborn as Aland.

"You stay away, I will not respond to a fraud like you," said Aland firmly. "I told you, I'm not the Aland you're looking for!"

As Aland stepped back, Barvel stepped forward. His movements were very slow and he didn't want to disturb Aland's comfort.

One of Barvel's hands reached out in a reassuring gesture.

Alan shook his head. His cold eyes gave off an intimidating aura. "No, you stay there, or I will have to use my weapon." But secretly, Aland tried to control the tension, this situation reminded him of what happened ten years ago. "Too many people are deceitful and treacherous...."

Hearing Aland say that, Barvel instead curved a satisfied grin.

"You said you weren't the Aland I was looking for, but you said that as if you had the same bitter experience as Aland." Barvel was still walking forward, trying to find the right moment to block Aland without letting Aland escape.

Alan immediately realized his mistake. "I... doesn't everyone experience that?"

"No, Aland, you are Aland Balvert Hamilton," Barvel argued with absolute conviction.

Gradually, Aland became furious because Barvel's faith was unshakable. Alan

***

A commotion ensued after a few seconds of explosions being heard.

Aland's breathing was irregular because he was too surprised. Suddenly the memory of the big attack incident a few years ago played in his brain. Aland couldn't do anything for a few seconds, he was just stunned with his eyes fixed in all directions.

"What... what is it?" Aland's voice sounded soft, he seemed to be on the verge of consciousness.

Barvel, who was crouching beside Aland, replied, "The people who are targeting you. I don't know who they are because their data is undetectable."

Through the gaze that still showed surprise, Aland frowned.

"Data not detected?"

Barvel nodded his head in response. He immediately pointed to the replacement sunglasses he used.

"These are the detection glasses that are connected to the surveillance system at the headquarters where you live. For four years I searched for everyone by detecting through these glasses," explained Barvel.

"So, the system connected through these glasses will detect who the person you are staring at?" Alan asked.

Barvel corrected, "To be precise, it will be caught by the system and searched for his data."

Alan understands. However, the thing he was still questioning was who were the people who helped Barvel detect everyone's data?